Ah, the moors had been drastically different from the sea despite the fact it had only been a few days he fell into the shadows rather easily. Lurking throughout the pack tangling himself into the shadows around him. It was rather meaningless to him in truth, the notion of a pack, however, he wasn’t above companionship the existence of others kept him like a tangible thing and yet he no longer felt alive and so the flames in his heart and soul died to embers and in that so too did he take on the world as a ghost. Starved for oxygen and suffocated into this aimless wandering. It did not take him long to trail towards the river that fed into the pack ambling against the current searching for something to give him a breath of excitement.
Politics had never been his flavor and while he kept up his physique he did not search for friends nor anyone to keep his den warm. There was perhaps an anger left underneath the surface that took him to stray so far as to simply observe others that exist in their world. He lifted his head and took bold strides. He may feel and act as though he were a phantom to the world but he would move like a king. Respectful and yet he perhaps expected such respect too but when the breeze hit his nose Apophis’ eyes lit up and his forum nearly fell as he was almost too awestruck to notice what he was doing or how he was acting.
He trotted forward now, with a purpose apart from aimless wanderings. There was a new oxygen that filled his very being. When he broke through the underbrush his eyes landed on her, ah the light he had missed so much. A grin was spread across his maw and the breath he had not acknowledged he held finally escaped as he sauntered up to the girl.